In Matters of Grey Importance

A notion of fear began to eat its way into my head--

slowly rolling through the synapses

swiftly gnawing away at the day's wounds

I found myself wishing I could keep my skull locked away in a glass lid

with a cake stand

and icing

on display so that I'd have to keep it together

They will need a fork

an appropriate utensil for chewing and crushing

mushy and flesh toned

and artificial food coloring

Tiers were the only thing holding me up from tragedy

putting me on a pedestal

and the carnations--well they were a colossal waste of time